I was trying to think of a word to best describe certain events from this past year, and that’s the word that I kept coming back to.
Webster’s Dictionary defines heavy as difficult to lift or to move.
Yup. I know that feeling.
In Greek the word heavy, or ademoneo, means to be troubled and is used to describe the Lord’s sorrow in Gethsemane.
Although we’ve all had events in 2020 that could only be described as heavy – we know that with that heaviness comes hope. We see that hope in an empty tomb just a few days later.
The heaviness is hard, but the heaviness keeps us humble. After all, we are called to be humble, but that can only happen when we are fully dependent on God.
So maybe parts of 2020 were heavy. Maybe parts broke us into pieces and brought us to our knees.
But maybe that’s where we found God. Maybe that’s where we found the hope we’d been longing for.
And maybe – just maybe – the hope that we obtained on our journey to Jesus will be the very same hope that someone on that path needs.
“Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices; my flesh also will rest in hope.” Psalm 16:9